Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.